Katherine Braithwaite Poet Sonnet

To My Kettle

Oh, lidded kettle boil me water fast
I cannot live without your heated blast
Your spout is small but perfect for its use
And, as your lid is hinged. it can’t get lost

An electric kettle made by Russell Hobbs
A teapot with a spout and lid with knob
Are what the English need in times of storm
If crisis comes, we need tea hot, not warm

I don’t object to diverse kettle brands.
We had a coal fire once with kettle stand.
Its  metal black from soot an burned by  coke
We made our neighbours tea which seemed to smoke.

Ah ,kettle , instrument of  civil life
We cannot boil our water on a knife.

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John Fleming January 1, 2017 at 5:28 PM Indeed yes...Tea! What was it that Kipling said? "An Empire was built on the back of it"! Or words to that effect. Nicely done, Katherine...You just cannot beat a dish of char - Lovely! All the very best for your New Year - Cheers! :) john Katherine Braithwaite January 2, 2017 at 12:19 PM Thank you, John.I decided to try writing abiyt household utensils for a change.I wish you all the best for 2017